ive talked to her only few times and yet i feel like im in love. shes not beautiful or pretty. no, just plain to the eye and yet she is the best thing that i have ever seen. her eyebrows arch and curve just perfectly and her nose really is a button, shes tall and skinny, matching her long thin hair. but its not just her looks. she is not perfect. she feels like me. so close to escaping her body. so familiar with her insecurities. She is on a basketball team. not with me. no, she is much better than i. but i see her. so light and comfortable when she is with her friends. but then she is away and she falls into her own world. she feels stupid. she can't understand the plays and the drills so fast. she sometimes misses shots everyone else can make. and people scream. at her she thinks she should leave this world. leave the screams. because she cannot understand what they are saying. she is trying to keep everyone around her ok that she sometimes forgets to care for herself. but is this really her? i want it to be. i guess that means its probably just a dream. and yet, i aspire to be her. because sometimes i think she feels like shes winning the world. shes achieved this out of body experience while she is still alive and on earth. she is vulnerable, and she smiles knowing it.